but let me tell ya what

“Don’t tell a lie on me
I won’t tell the truth ‘bout you
Don’t tell a lie on me
I won’t tell the truth 'bout you

My fans can’t wait for me to son ya punk ass and crush your whole lil shit
I’ll Big Pun ya punk ass, you a scared little bitch
Tiptoein’ around my name, nigga ya lame
And when I get at you homie don’t you just tell me you was just playin’

Go celebrate with your team and let victory vouch you
Just know the next game played, I might slap the shit out you

My spot is solidified if you ask me (what else?)
My name is identified as “that king”
I let you worry about a list, I’m on some other shit
A difference between accomplishments and astonishments”

Kendrick Lamar The Heart Part IV…..

#ResponseToYou #MoreContentComing #DontActLikeIForgot

@higher-level-production @ladytorturexxx @frky-m-king @exoticablack @mrjackxhfixbauer @xlavidaa @skrawberryvu @lposhyl @krisamaevu@gem-spot @nikkibadd @beelikemarrie @50shad3s @joinereric2014 @l0vebubblez @vasive-vu @xshastyx @anjeliik @ttbro1 @chocolateminaj @inookii @gumbosauce @supa109 @supamana14exclusive

mynameis-empty-8  asked:

I hadn't seen ya draw for a long time Is something wrong? What happen? Are u ok? Are u busy? Are u tired? Or sick?

Your concern is adorable and appreciated
^•^
Not to fear, I’m perfectly okay. I just needed a little break is all.
I was a little burnt out and lacking inspiration to draw, so I’ve been taking a break.
And let me tell you, its done wonders.
I’ll be back shortly, so stick with me, alright?

~{*>*}~

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She is who she is, and she is unapologetic. When you’re around her, you feel an honesty that brings out the honesty in you. She has an old soul. To this day, she still seems a little more worldly and intelligent than most people in the room. She’s very spontaneous, and she can make something fun out of nothing. Anything that seems interesting or adventurous, she’ll go for it — and her willingness breeds a kind of allegiance. Before you know it, you’re having a good time when you didn’t even know you could.

How Dan and phil probably broke up #26
  • Dan: what's the devil's surname?
  • Phil: West

Something that took forever for me to learn with fanfiction dialogue.

it’s okay to make your character stumble over, and to think about their words.

It’s okay to give characters speech patterns and let me tell you why;

It’s natural.

Every single person has a speech pattern. We all speak differently, we speak like our personalities and it’s a good way to get to know a character.

Something I’ve noticed in YA books in the characters speaking without filler words like ‘well’, ‘anyway’, ‘like’, ‘literally’.

And remember: it’s okay to use these! Make your dialogue more realistic, and more human!

Sometimes, people talk slower, and have to think about what they want to say.

Sometimes, people stumble over their words because they’re anxious.

Sometimes, people talk really fast and blur their words together because they’re afraid to forget what they want to say!

Selective people prefer not to talk at all, and like to stay mute for their own safety or comfort, and the best you can do is respect them for choosing it.

It’s okay to use phrases like, ‘yknow’, ‘uh’, ‘uhm’, ‘mhm’ because it’s how we speak in the real world.

It’s okay to have characters hum in thought, or use their body to portray that they’re thinking!

Some people fiddle with something in their hands while thinking!

Some people bite their lips in thought.

Some people hum under their breath while they think.

Silent ways of telling the reader that your character is thinking words that they’re not ready to say yet!!

It’s okay to have your character repeat words and or phrases when excited and when they can’t contain it! Sometimes, we just get so excited, that we aren’t thinking about how many times we say things.

It’s okay to write a character repeating themselves, especially if they want to get their point across to someone/if someone didn’t understand their point in the first place.

Non-verbal replies!!!

Shrugging of the shoulders, incoherent mumbles, hand gestures, use the power of writing to describe a reply or phrase with facial expressions, or physical movement!! Silence is okay too, if it’s needed!

Silence can speak just as much as words!

Dialogue is important.

Dialogue that flows and is human is i m p o r t a n t!!

off to sleep

Kara: “What is it?”
Lena: “It’s an Alien Detection Device that allows humans to find out who among them is not truly one of them.”
Kara: “……”
Lena: “It’s not marked yet. I mean, we’re still developing the prototype, but we aim to have this device in every store, in every town all across America.”
Kara: “How does it work?”
Lena: “It’s just a simple skin test. Okay, let me show you how a negative response looks like…”
Kara: “…”
Lena: “See? Now you try.”
Kara: “……………………..”
Kara: “B-but what do you mean with ‘alien detection’?? Alien as if ‘extremely weird’??? ‘Cause girl, let me tell ya, that thing is gonna go real red in that case!!”
Lena: “No, Kara, it means actual ali-”
Kara: “A-a-and what if it detects awkwardness??? Huh???? Guess you didn’t think about that!! Hell, you’ve got a big, fat alien right here, right now if it works like that!!”
Lena: “Kara…”
Kara: “And w-what if it works lik-”
Lena: “OH FOR FUCK’S SAKE KARA, YOU LITERALLY JUST SAID YOU FLEW HERE, DO YOU THINK I DON’T KNOW?? DO THAT FREAKING TEST, I HAVE TO CHECK IF THE RED LED WORKS!!”

Even MORE Sportarobbie Headcanons

My self control and impulse control left for the war and still haven’t returned. I’m waiting for the letter that says they just ain’t coming back.


•Sportacus pulls his hat down over his eyes when he’s flustered and just laughs nervously before running off

•The first time Robbie found this out, Robbie had gone full on flirt mode with him and the poor boy just bolted
•Robbie now slowly hugs Sport while flirting and when he tries to run, he can’t cause he’s TRAPPED IN ARMS OF LOVE
•"Oh my gosh, Robbie please, let me go!“
•"You aren’t going anywhere! I’ve been thinking up these lines all day!”
———
•Robbie learns languages very quickly, due to some of his disguises needing him to speak a different language to be convincing

•Sportacus yells “HANDSOME!” in Icelandic and he goes to tell Robbie what it means and Robbie just says:
•"Right back at ya, hot stuff.“ in the same language without even looking from what he’s doing
•Sportacus is surprised and Robbie takes this moment to say “I love you” in every language he knows, starting with English and ending with Icelandic
•Nobody can find Sportacus for the rest of the day because he’s in his airship, dying on his bed under his blanket
———
•Robbie changes all the mean nicknames he had for Sport to sweet things

•"Sportadork.“ "YOUR Sportadork!”
•"Sportacutie.“
•"Sportahandsome.”
•"Sportagorgeous.“
•"Hello there, Sportalicious!” “ROBBIE!”
•Sportacus only calls Robbie “Robbie”, but it’s because he really likes his name. It’s simply and rolls off of his tongue easily.
———
•Even though he can jump high, there are just some things that Sportacus can’t reach.

•"Robbie, lean down, I want a kiss.“/"No, I’m busy.”/“Robbie. Robbie, lean down and gimme a kiss. Robbie. Robbie! ROBBIE I WILL CLIMB YOU LIKE A TREE GIVE ME A KISS!”

•"Robbie, I can’t reach the top cabinet. Come get me a sportscandy.“/"Jump for it. You’ll make it.”/“But I’ll break it if I grab it!”/“Then I guess you aren’t getting any sportscandy.”/“ROBBIE!”

•"Give me my hat back.“/"Jump for it. Or am I too tall for you?”/“no, I just don’t want to hurt you.”/*Robbie holds the hat higher over his head./“Robbie.” *small hop* “Robbie!” *slightly larger hop* “Robbie, give me-GIVE ME MY HAT BACK!”
———
•Robbie enters the ship while Sportacus is there and the ship automatically starts playing “Careless Whisper.” Nobody knows why.
———
•Sportacus can not, for the life of him, tell the difference between real and candy fruit, even when it’s PAINFULLY obvious

•"Oh, a sportscandy!“/"spoRTACUS WAIT NO-!”
•He can tell the difference between candy corn and real corn though
•"Robbie, if you every candy corn in this house, I will suplex your cake marker into the pavement without a second thought.“
———
•Robbie wraps his arms around Sport from behind and leans down to his ear, kissing it a little, and the elf expects a loving chant
•But Robbie just:
•"Eat all the frosted wheat thins again and we are through.”

Subject: whatever

I am sorry about what i said to you these morning when you took my quiz from me, and to let you know i was not cheating I was reading through the section in the book. Not to find the answers butto study so ya. I did what i did for a good reason i did study for the quiz and just did not get it so i opened my book to look it over. I am sorry for what you call cheating which it was not. So I wanted to tell you that i am sorry for saying the things I did, and will not happen again if you stay away from me and don’t get me mad . So on Monday we can start fresh and you should not touch me things.

Carve Out Your Own Space

Bitty doesn’t move in with Jack following graduation. Jack tries to be okay with it.

Also on Ao3. 



Bitty still has his graduation gown on when Jack asks him to move in with him.

Bitty smiles, presses his hand to Jack’s cheek and says no. “But.” He extends on his tiptoes to kiss him. “I do think Providence is a good idea.”

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Shots Out the Grammy

Prompt: In which Mr. Daveed Diggs takes you home after endless amounts of “shots out the grammy”.

(Yikes, was that cheesy?)

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x reader

Y/N: My longest fic yet. I gotta be honest, I didn’t know how to end this, and you can kinda tell the story got away from me about halfway through writing it. It’s not my best work, but I hope y’all still liked it! Let me know what ya think and keep those likes coming! “A Day Off” will be updated next!


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You were in trouble.

You felt hot, and the room wouldn’t stop spinning.

You hear choruses of “Shots out the Grammy!” and you groan. That very phrase was the reason why you couldn’t raise your head from the cool surface of the bar.

Hamilton won a freaking Grammy.

The months of non-stop practicing and late night vocal sessions finally paid off. Hamilton was getting the recognition it deserved and you were proud to be part of the ensemble. The cast and crew dedicated tonight to celebrate since there were no shows the following day.

“No babe! No more drinking!”

From the corner of your eyes, you see Anthony wrestle a cocktail out of Jasmine’s hands. She lets out a noise of protest and flings herself against him to take back the glass.

“Give it back!” she yells, her voice slurred.

Anthony laughs and places the drink next to you. “I think you’re done for the night Jazz.” He grabs her arm and leads her to a seat beside you.

“Y/N?” Jasmine coos, “Hellooo, are you alive?” she pokes you on the shoulder.

“I don’t feel good.” you mumble.

“Damn it,” you hear Anthony curse.

“Both of you. Stay. Here.” He orders before dashing off.

Jasmine, upon realizing that Anthony has left her cocktail unprotected, plucks the drink from the counter and takes a large sip. “Want some?” she asks, completely oblivious to your state.

You merely groan in response.

Suddenly, you felt a hand on your shoulder.

“Y/N, are you okay?”

Oh great.

Daveed Diggs.

You’ve harbored a huge a crush on the talented rapper the minute you saw him. You were always too shy to approach him, but ever since you both discovered that you lived in the same apartment building, the two of you began to carpool together to work. Your friendship blossomed from the conversations you would have with him while he maneuvered through New York City traffic. The next thing you knew, he would come over after the show and the two of you would bake cupcakes or play board games while discussing the night’s performance. It was no surprise that your feelings towards him grew stronger the more comfortable you got with him.

You somehow always found yourself thinking about him. You knew you were in deep when you found yourself thinking how nice it would be if Daveed was with you while you were trying out an ice cream shop that opened near the theater. He would like the strawberry sorbet.

But there was no way in hell you’d do anything about it. Not when he was way out of your league. And definitely not when he was one of your best friends and coworkers. You didn’t want to risk ruining everything.

“Y/N?” Daveed’s voice snaps you out of your thoughts. “Time to go home?” he asks, moving his hand to the middle of your back.

“Yes please,” you mutter against the counter.

Jasmine giggles and leans forward to whisper something in your ear. But before she could, a hand covers her mouth.

“Jazz, please,” Anthony begs, exasperated, but had a smirk plastered on his face. “Let them be.”

Before she could protest, he grabs her hand and leads her away from the two of you.


You sit up and watch as she turns back and yells, “Be safe you two!”

“That… was weird.” You mumble before turning to Daveed, who looked embarrassed.

“Yeah, definitely.” He answers after a pregnant pause.

You didn’t get to question his behavior because a wave of nausea washes over you. You groan and rest your chin against your hand. “I blame this on you,” you say.

Daveed cocks his eyebrow. “Excuse me?” he rebuffs, then signals the bartender for a bottle of water.

“Shots out the Grammy!” you sang, pretending to hand him a Grammy full of lord-knows-what.

He throws his head back and laughs. “Not my fault you can’t hold your liquor,” he teases, poking you on your side. “Now drink up, or you’ll hate yourself in the morning.”

He pushes the bottle of water towards you.


You chug the water down, praying that it was enough to make your hangover tomorrow more tolerable. Then you sigh and stand, closing your eyes momentarily as you felt the ground tilt. “Oh god,” you murmur.

Daveed shakes his head. He reaches out and grabs your hand. “Let’s go.”

He intertwines your fingers with his, and you felt your breath hitch. You stare at your joined hands as he leads you out of the party. Every once and while the two of you were stopped by people, and you could’ve sworn they were all giving you odd looks. But you brush it off and follow Daveed outside.

He lets go of your hand and fishes his phone out from his pocket. You stay silent, watching as he tapped on the screen. After a few minutes, he places the phone back in his pocket.

“The Uber should be here soon,” he says, turning towards you. “How are you feeling?”

“Cold,” you say as a gust of the cool wind makes you shiver.

“Come here,” he murmurs, opening his arms wide.

You step into his embrace. You squeeze him tight, and his arms come down around you like a blanket. You smile against his chest, enjoying the embrace.

“What would you do without me?” he quips.

You look up at him and stick your tongue out. “I was going to say thank you, but now I’m not so sure anymore.”

“Even tipsy, I see that you’re still as annoying as ever.” Daveed coos, cupping your face.

You scrunch your nose in response.

He chuckles and then without warning, places a soft kiss on your lips.

You gasp, and his eyes widen once he realized what he’s done.

He immediately lets go of you and steps back. “I-I’m so sorry. That was uncalled for,” he stutters.

“Daveed -” before you can say anything else, a honk signals the arrival of your Uber.

“Come on,” he says, not making any eye contact with you.  

You follow him, heart and mind racing. What just happened?

He opens the door for you, and you climb in. However, instead of joining you, he sits in the front seat.

You instantly become confused. He kisses you and then turns around and ignores you? Is that how it’s going to be?

The ride back to the apartment was silent, and you spend the whole time fuming. Did he regret it? Did he realize that he could do much better than a silly girl like you?

The minute the Uber pulls up to the building, you bolt out of the car.

“Y/N!”

You ignore Daveed and punch in the code for the apartment complex. The door unlocks and you make a bee-line to the elevators.

“Come on, come on,” you urged, watching as the elevator numbers descended. You rush in once the doors open, pushing the number for your floor.

“I said I was sorry!” Daveed’s fingers catch the elevator door before they close.  

“Daveed,” you warn, furiously mashing the ‘close doors’ button.

“I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself if you think that I was taking advantage of you,” he whispers.

You freeze. “What?”

Daveed sighs. “I don’t want you to think I kissed you because I wanted to take advantage of you,” he repeats.

You heart skips a beat. “Then what do you want me to think?”

He pauses. “That I kissed you because I like you,” he says slowly.

Your heart soars.

“You idiot,” you mumble. You grab his tie and pull him in, ignoring his surprised yelp. You wrap your arms around him and pull him down for a kiss.

Shocked, he doesn’t respond instantly. He recovers, and then his arms snake around your waist and draws you in close. His teeth nip against your bottom lip and he pulls back. He looks down at you, as if committing the very sight of you in his arms to memory, and then gives you another quick kiss.

“I like you too,” you finally say, giving him a squeeze.

The elevator dings, signaling the arrival to your floor. You step away from him and take his hand. “I think we have a lot to talk about,” you whisper, tugging him towards your apartment.

Daveed nods. “I think so too.”

He pauses, then pulls out his phone from his pocket after feeling it vibrate. He lets out a sheepish laugh and shows you his messages.


One from Jasmine.

PLEASE MAKE BEAUTIFUL BABIES. THEY WOULD HAVE ANGELIC VOICES.

And another from Anthony.

I’m sorry.

What I want to say:
- you’re fucking gorgeous ya know
- i could kiss you right now
- holy shit you’re a genius
- where have you been all my life
- let’s go to the movies
- what do your hands feel like
- tell me your story
- i love it when you do that
- you’re more cute than normal today
- wow you’re incredible
- i think im in love with you.

What I actually say:
- hi
- ok
- uhhhh
- thank you
- bye

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Requested by Anon #225

Y/N: Everyone we have something to tell you.
Harley: Oh tell me ya found a way to get outta here without..ya know…exploding.
Diablo: I don’t know how this really happened.
Y/N: You don’t?
Diablo: I mean I know but…you know.
Y/N: I’m having a baby! Suprise!
Diablo: What Y/N means is WE are having a baby.
Deadshot: Wait…what?
Harley: Congrats.
Katana: …
Y/N: Thank you so much for those kind words Katana.
Croc: Congrats.
El Diablo: See? Even Croc could say congrats Katana why can’t you?
Boomerang: Let’s get the drinks going! Obviously none for you Y/N but don’t worry I’ll drink it for you.
El Diablo: Right now we’re trying to think of baby names.
Harley: Ooh! How about Mistah J?!
Squad: Hell no!

I love SU but some things really piss me off and I’m here to tell ya what those things are

Just to make things clear I love Steven Universe, I think it has some good messages and nice songs and, when it wants to, nice and good episodes. But lately I’ve been starting to feel a little let down by it. Why? Well…

What with the last Steven Bomb I feel a bit lost. Instead of providing more answers it just raised more questions. Like:

-How does PD look.

-What did  PD do besides collect humans as trophies of  her conquest.

-Where is White Diamond?

-How was PD shattered?

-What happened in the rebellion exactly?

-Why was that human zoo so oddly handled?

and many others.

On top of these questions there were the already existing ones like:

-Where did the corrupted gems subplot go? Did it just vanish? Ever since the Kindergarten Kid we have had no mention of them.

-When are we going to see Homeworld?

-Is the Cluster just going to stay bubbled?

etc

When I started watching SU I thought it was amazing and very creative. It was setting up this incredible world where the mundane combined with magic stuff. In Season 1 and 2 we had a lot of magical items like the shooting start or the geoede that really seemed to expand the universe. But they’re gone now. It seems as if the show throws stuff at us but never bothers to explain it or adddress it.

That inverted pyramid in the strawberry field is never explained and we have no idea what gem was that that was inside it. Pearl never bothers to tell Steven what is Centi’s name despite knowing how to read Gem language. It’s just ignored. Rose, who I used to like, has been reduced to being a device to move the plot along. That’s fine to do but give us more background, tell us how she came to rebel, how she was before, if she had any friends before rebelling, did she like Homeworld before? what made her rebel? Anything?

A flashback episode would really be useful.

I did read in an interview somewhere that apparently the flashback episodes follow a certain order so they are liniar and the writers are trying to move forward with them so we might never get to see flashbacks to the rebelion because of that. But why? it seems stupid to do that.

Look, I love shows that have a lot of mystery. For instance, I love Gravity Falls but they know how to pace their mysteries in a way that it doesn’t get boring. With SU we are in season 4 and we still know next to nothing about anything. We have no idea how Pearl came to support and follow Rose Quartz, how they found Amethyst, how the rebelion started and how it unfolded. We have no idea how the gems got corrupted aside from a flash of light and we have no idea about the Gem world.

Worse part is that everytime I rewatch an episode i get more questions. Today I was watching Mirror Gem and Pearl was saying that they found a GEM POWERED MIRROR and give it to Steven so he can learn about the Gem world. But consider this:

- If it’s gem powered and the gems know then why didn’t they check to see if the gem powering it is ok? Ametyhst had her gem cracked and no one assumed she was dead.

-Secondly, shouldn’t the CGs be appalled by a thing powered by a gem seeing how they are gems?

-Are gem powered objects so common a punishment that no one bats and eye?

See? tons of questions.

I really wish Steven would ask more questions especially because we’re in Season 4 and we barely know stuff and it’s starting to get annoying. I love reading theories but sometimes I just need to know stuff.

Like, in the new Steven Bomb the whole Zoo thing was weird. Why? Well..

-It would be impossible for the humans to be that naive unless they were somehow brainwashed which we weren’t told they were.

-Were no stories passed along from other humans? No human there wonders about Earth?

-How do they not know what pain is? No one fell? No one bumped into another? I don’t get it.

After the zoo thing I wondered about the Rose Quartz bubbles and how it was just a little nod thrown in there just because. Im happy it was but I wanted more.I like Blue Diamond’s design, I don’t mind it at all I just expected her to be more stern but then again it kind of makes her more threatening this way. Why? Well because when she changes her attitude the moment Sapphire enters the room she becomes threatening. We don’t know what she’d do to Sapphire if she found out the truth and it’s all the more frightening because we’ve seen her be weak before. It basically makes BD unpredictable.

Finally, aside from all the answers I really want I wish they’d make an episode about the different gems that can result from fusion. Like Pearl maybe fusing with Steven and then Garnet. Maybe Lapis or Peridot. Just an episode where we get to kick back and see cool designs.

All in all SU is not horrible or anything and I still love it but I wish it would not be afraid to tackle its own plot. Bring back the corrupted gems, heal them, talk about the Cluster, bring the Diamonds to Earth, have fights, let us know more about Gem culture.( As a side note: Are gem fusions regular gems on Homeworld or not? like I need an answer. Can we find an Opal or Garnet that is independent? hmmm).

Black Women, let me tell ya’ll something and listen and listen (and read) this good, stop getting offended when another black woman like me, @fedupblackwoman, or @melancholyblackwomen is speaking out about how many black women are accomplices to our own oppression; it’s not an attack or blaming.   Stop telling us that we (and other black women) are wrong to feel the way we feel, stop telling other black women to just accept oppression and being the sacrifice. When you tell us these things you are doing just what we are speaking against: Being an accomplice to your and other Black Women’s oppression. All of our criticism is a call to action for Black Women to stop being a societal and community doormats. Learn to distinguish when someone is attacking you vs. giving you constructive criticism from another sista. Black Women deserve much, much more in life than many of us are getting.
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Requested, thank you

Full request: Imagine dressing up as Scrappy Doo for Halloween and making Spencer dress up as Shaggy, Penelope as Velma, Morgan as Fred, JJ as Daphne, and Hotch as Scooby Doo.

“Do we really have to do this?” Hotch huffed, a breathy laugh passing his lips. “Like zoinks Scoob, what d’ya mean?” Spencer chuckled. “Ginkies will you two pipe down?” Penelope said, trying to act serious but a big grin was on her lips. “Would you do it for a Scooby Snack?” JJ smirked, raising an eyebrow at Hotch. “Come on gang, we gotta look for clues” Morgan nodded smiling. “I tell when I see em. Let me at em! Let me at em!” you chimed playing along. Everyone had played a long somehow but Hotch, all attention turned to him to see if he’d cooperate. Exhaling he shook his head before howling. “Scooby Dooby Doo!” 

 You wanna know about my thumb do ya boy? Intrigue you does it boy? My thumb? Let me tell you about it. I come from a long line of hitchhikers. All with bleedin’ massive thumbs. You see the thumb is a tremendous boon to the hitchhiker. Helps with work. You know what I mean? The only problem was, when I was a child, my thumb was tiny. Not just tiny like a single sugar puff. Disgusting. Even me own mother would reel back in horror. Like an anaconda. “OHH what is it? Get it out of here! It’s tiny! It’s ‘orrible! It’s revolting! Take your tiny thumb, and get out of here and never darken my door again,” she’d say. I had to leave the family unit, in search of a miracle. I wandered the streets, looking for the answer. And people told me of a magic shaman, part man part hornet. So I went looking for ‘im. I went everywhere! I combed the universe, in search of the stripey insect shaman. Turns out he was in a local primary school, in the bin, reeling about with the apple cores, like they do. And I stood there, with my thumb out, and he stung it! And he stung it! And he grabbed onto it! It was like he was making love to it wiv his sting.
In and out! In and out! More and more! Ohhh the pus! The pain! The black voodoo! The wet jigsaw puzzle! I didn’t know what was happening! Ohhh for days I was in a trance! But when I came to, there it was! Like a fleshy maraca! A THUMB, of gigantic proportion. “A miracle!” I said, “A miracle! You’re a true wizard! How can I ever repay ya?” and he said to me “Five hundred euros”. “FIVE HUNDRED EUROS? You won’t see penny one from me you slag!” And as I raised my thumb up, to smash his tiny skull in, I could see in his little insect face, I could see him thinking “OHHH, I created that monster! I created that thumb, and now it’s killing me! My own beast and creation! Killing me dead! The sweet irony.” I think he was saying that, although it was a long time ago, and in hindsight, he could’ve just been shitting himself.